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I just went through the toughest three weeks of my life.  No I didn't give up drinking or smoking or start up some demanding exercise routine.  I went a whole three weeks without having internet access in my office.  It's amazing how disconnected from the world you can feel when something as simple as your internet access is cut off.  The local phone company is apparently staffed by monkeys and they kept losing a pending order for DSL.  All is well now and I can back to my routine of super important ebay browsing and forum postings.  Oh I guess I can now do work again as well.

Last night I singlehandedly discovered a new form of rage almost as infuriating as road rage.  It all started as a simple newspaper soduku game.  No I don’t usually play these things, in fact this is only the third or fourth time I’ve put effort into actually filling one in.  So onto the rage in question.  This was one of those uber complex three sided puzzle jobbies.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about you’re not missing much, basically it’s a little more involved than a regular Soduku puzzle.  At first everything was fine, there I was on the couch plugging in numbers, spending WAY too much time on something so unproductive.  Then is happened - I realized I had a couple of numbers that were incorrect, then some more.  Grrr!!!!  Before I knew it my whole outlook on the puzzle turned from simple fun to outright rage and disappointment.  Short of erasing half the puzzle and starting over I had screwed over the thing to the point of useless.  As I’m sitting there I realized what a waste of time and energy I just accomplished.  At least if I had finished the puzzle I could have some sense of having conquered the damn thing.  But instead just simple rage was all I was rewarded with.  So lesson learned – now I know to steer clear of Soduku puzzles and instead spend my nights doing something more constructive such as drinking or looking up useless things on the internet.

I don’t know if most of you know but there was an election yesterday.  You didn’t hear?  Well don’t feel bad it was hardly talked about in the media so it was hard to know about.  Seriously though, yesterday was a historic time for our country and it was great to witness it first hand.  But I do have to vent a bit.  Why so many people with the attitude of “not in my lifetime did I think I’d see a black president”?  Do we live in the same United States?  I’m almost thinking not.  Ever since I was a kid the thought of a non-white dude president was very much possible in my eyes.  I think the historical significance versus the modern day situation needs to be addressed as to how big of a deal is being made of this all.  In this day to still have such a view is very cynical and makes me feel like many choose to have blinders on to what society has truly become over the past 20-30 years.  The vast majority could care less about gender or race and to make it more than it is only pulls us backwards instead of pushing our nation forward.  So in my eyes beyond the historical significance of this election I truly could care less.  He is just a human like you and I so lets move past it and get this derailed country back on track.

These days I try to avoid the mother of all box stores.  Not because of the reasons most do: crapping on the little local business guy or it’s negative impact on the economy due to many reasons.  Those are great reasons but mine is not so noble.  I hate people.  Well let me rephrase that a bit – I hate the hordes of people which Walmart is known to attract.  Within those hordes are the most annoying and unavoidable people; fat, lazy, electric scooter shoppers.  These people feel they are entitled to the majority of the isle and our shopping experience should revolve around them and their most likely self imposed immobility.  Yesterday I was there and had a fat lady with her son occupying roughly a whole section of an isle.  It was obvious that I was wanting to get into the same section to look at something but they felt the need to block everything going on in that section until they were done and could scoot to their next location.  I’m wondering at which point did being lazy and morbidly obese become a bonus to these people while shopping instead of a hindrance.  It’s like these people are rewarded for letting their body get so out of control they need a freakin piece of motorized equipment to do something their own legs can’t.  Maybe if they actually got off of the scooter and walked the store they could burn some of calories from the super sized Big Mac meal and lose some weight and become fat instead of morbidly obese.  Now don’t get me wrong I know there are occasions where some people need scooters for medical reasons and there are also some people with weight issues that are beyond simple lifestyle choices or lack of activity due to genetics or other factors, but the vast majority of scooter shoppers these days are just plain lazy, inconsiderate space taker uppers.